I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"But..."

"Don't ask anything! Let us deal with this matter!!!" Aaron suddenly roared.

"Yes! Okay! I get it! No problem!" Xiao Ba's six arms made various gestures representing understanding and receipt, and then quickly swam towards the exit of the sunken ship.

It wasn't until Xiaoba was no longer visible that Kroobi approached his eldest brother: "Could this be told by the navy to Xiaoba on purpose?"

The water-shooting murloc, Ah Chiu, who had been on the second floor, also turned over and jumped off: "Needless to say, the navy must have told him on purpose. That idiot was used as a gun again."

Aaron suddenly sneered: "It seems that what the navy really wants to tell us is not [hands over]. The intelligence that Xiaobatan heard is the real purpose of the other party."

Kroobi kept his arms folded, his elbow joints had triangular hard bone plates, and he looked at Aaron worriedly: "If Xiao Ba's words are true, then what shall we do? Ma? It hasn't been long since Cullo left, otherwise we will hunt him down?"

Aaron's complexion became more and more ugly, he looked at Kroobi and said in a low voice: "Little Eight must be telling the truth. Although the navy group is not a thing, it didn't lie to us."

He pointed back to the location of a closed hatch, which was the treasure storage room of their pirate group: "I was wondering how the kid Maculo would come to contact me privately inexplicably, and left one behind. I don’t know where the money came from."

"That **** bastard, shall we just let them go like this?" Ah Chiu was indignant.

Aaron laughed: "The Maculo group wants to hire us with the money we got from selling our compatriots-using us as gunmen, and the navy wants to kill people with a knife. How could I follow their wish."

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One of the most prosperous ports on Fishman Island, Coral Hill, the building with the highest housing price was bought by this shipping company in the early years.

"I've been in contact with Aaron on Murloc Street according to your arrangement." The light yellow Eel Devourer sat on the sofa with a grin and looked at the dim room, the two humans who were cooperating with him.

Although a human being is gorgeously dressed and wearing a lot of jewels, his fat belly and dull skin complexion make him unable to wear the noble temperament that he deserves.

Hearing this, he raised his head: "How are things going, Markulo? Is the other party willing to cooperate with us?"

"Hahaha, is there anything wrong with my uncle going out? Aaron made it clear that he intends to work with us to get rid of the idiot navy!" Makuro laughed, but recalled the big box. Bailey, he still faintly aches.

The human pirate captain leaning on the door did not listen to this stupid murloc. If he can rely on a few incompetent murlocs to be the candidate for the general of the navy headquarters, then he can also stand alone. Mustache!

The self-aware [debt collector] Bo Bin never planned to use murlocs to kill the navy from the beginning. The real meaning of going to Aaron for help is to find a good scapegoat.

Bo Bin looked at his employer: "As long as Aaron and his team are pushed in front to block the gun, we can push the looting of murlocs and mermaids on them."

"Yes, we are just a [normal] shipping company." The merchant who was engaged in the slave trade took out a small pass from his inner pocket. This was an object rewarded by the Dragon from the Holy Land Mariagioa to show his respect to him. Encouragement and support for the cause.

Although there was no direct confrontation with the navy, as long as the evidence was cleared, the navy could not help him.

This is why he dared to deal with Sakazuki. Even if the opponent is ruthless, he still has to weigh the weight of the creators standing behind him?

The Eel Devourer grinned and opened his mouth: "In fact, it could have been better, but I don't know which idiot exposed the intelligence that I was born in Murloc Street, and let the navy enter the Murloc Street to look for me in advance."

He still trusts these lavish human allies. When finalizing the plan to find Aaron, they concluded that the navy would not give up.

"Have you been spotted by the Navy?" The fat businessman lit a cigar and stared squintingly at Maculo.

"When I returned to Murloc Street, I heard that there was a navy visit. I made a decisive decision and rushed to find Aaron in front of the idiot octopus who turned his head after five steps." Markulo, who had no compatriots, was cruel. Laughed

As soon as his eyes rolled, he continued to tell his "legendary" experience: "I also told Aaron smoothly that Xiao Ba had betrayed the Murloc Street and also led the navy to encircle and suppress."

Thinking about it now, the murloc named Xiao Ba has been killed by Aaron, right?

"Hahahahaha, killing decisively, Zhiji Wushuang really said that he is the uncle!" Maculo clapped his hands and laughed, but did not notice the cold light in the eyes of the two humans in the room.

Pirate Captain Bo Bin laughed and echoed: "Yes, you are such a reliable ally."

"Good job, this is your reward, I won't treat myself badly." The human businessman took out two thick bundles of Bailey from the desk drawer and threw them to the murloc.

Makuro took his reward, habitually counted the amount and nodded in satisfaction: "Then I will go to the bar for a drink!"

The pirate who was leaning against the door let out the passage with interest, and the murloc smiled greedily: "If there is still a place that needs my service in the future, just speak up."

The businessman smiled: "Of course!"

Markulo swaggered downstairs, he wondered if he would find a few wandering warblers tonight.

Until he couldn't hear his footsteps, the [debt collector] nodded to his employer.

The room was already dim, because the smoke from the cigar made people even more confused about the expression on the businessman's face.

"It seems that after this operation, we also need a new murloc friend."

Amidst the smoky smoky, the dimly lit room is unique with the occasional red glow from the tip of the cigar flickering.

120. The fox is a canine

Lindeman is marking the area he is patrolling, Coral Hill is one of the best ports on Murloc Island.

Compared with the lukewarmness in other areas, this bustling port has always been an important landmark with dense traffic.

But no one would have thought that behind this prosperity, there is a criminal conspiracy of human trafficking.

What the fox needs to do is to mark and sort out the suspicious areas one by one based on the area street map he borrowed from the Hai Wangjun.

According to the information collected secretly these days, all signs point the finger at this company which is a legal and popular coating vehicle manufacturing company.

The collection of intelligence can be regarded as Lindeman's old line. When he was still working under Ghost Spider, he was already a good hand in intelligence gathering and sorting.

It was this kind of meticulous and responsible attitude that allowed the ghost spider, who had always regarded his subordinates as a mustache, to promote him to his deputy.

Although Lindemann is no longer under the jurisdiction of the ghost spider, this meticulous attitude has not changed at all, and it can even be said that it has reached the point of finding fault.

He stared at the information in his hand intensively, comparing the corresponding location or mark on the map, or recording the next two simple remarks.

Lindemann almost lay on the desk with the map, and the school officers who stood aside to assist him held their breath, and did not dare to disturb the fox at the moment.

"The location of this company's warehouse is a bit strange." Lindeman changed his usual smile, his squinted eyes opened slightly, and his beautiful ice-blue pupils were full of coldness.

"Could it be because of the architectural features of Fishman Island that the warehouse was placed in a more remote location?" A school officer next to him did not think too much. After all, the overall style and design of Fishman Island are in line with human culture. Very different.

The buildings on Murloc Island are mostly composed of coral reefs and solid stones. The shape of the buildings also carries the unique style of Murloc Island. Shell shapes, seaweed shapes, and coral shapes are all architectural styles favored by residents of Murloc Island.

Lindemann shook his head, and the experienced navy still keenly grasped an unusual smell. Regarding the deployment of the army around the industrial and commercial land, the fox also followed the ghost spider and Sakazuki.

Although Fishman Island has its own architectural features, these land plans are still similar to humans. In Lindeman's view, there are subtle irrationalities in the private land and warehouses managed by the other party.

"Mark these warehouses first, especially those two that are slightly remote!" Lindeman did not dare to slack off, after all, this will involve the Navy's next action plan.

At present, although he worked with several school officials to draft a draft, it was as perfect as possible.

A colonel lowered his voice, and gently stabbed the colonel who had just spoken with his elbow: "Hey, Lindemann is a Virgo, isn't it?"

"No, it's different from ordinary people's analytical ability and likes to make plans. This guy is a perfectionist." The officers looked at the foxes who were still analyzing the problem with their mothers-in-law.